Theme: Life

Rite of Passage

There was insurgency
in white night. 
Moon will stay to witness 

the murder 
of a golden leaf. 
What was the promise of a ripe 
language? The yellow thrust? 
Keeping a date with death was not all important. 

There were 
lots of poems to be underlined, 
preened and straightened. The dirt had 
accumulated. A metaphor 
will remove the stains. 

Any confession will 
take away the mystry. Who killed 
the nothing? 

the apples were crashing.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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